Thus sayth he,

I suffre for thé,

My deth I take.

Now synge we, &c.

Beholde my shankes, behold my knees, 10

Beholde my hed, armes, and thees,

Beholde of me nothyng thou sees

But sorowe and pyne;

Thus was I spylt,

Man, for thy gylte,